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omen, the - addict lyrics
really how trill is this? emotionally numb so i don’t feel sh-t
i’m gripping that wheel while i’m gripping on the hair of the head of the givenchy model that is sucking on my d-ck
sick. pupils as big as k.r.i.t. throwing that fist like a pick
i switch the flow like a switch kick flip to a lip trick spit demented like 6-6-6
god d-mned i done spoke too soon with these full moon flows that awake the psychos and demons
as eyes start bleeding it seems i done turned these false gods into believers. praise jesus
i see through one eye. one mind, body, and soul
i seek gold in this spectrum. my mental prism is a prison
i didn’t envision the pain in this picture i’ve painted in blood
and the anguish i’ve caused is severe. (n-gga)
but i’m still on top like veneers. (n-gga)
recognize real when you hear it cause for real i still put in work like a field. (n-gga)
bang (c-ck it) bang (c-ck it) brrrrrrr from really close range (n-gga)
the bullets penetrate at every possible angle and it’ll break your brains up like danity kane
i ain’t playing when i take aim. finger f-cking fame with my trigger finger
same frigid n-gga with refrigerated flows thats so cold
i’ve froze a few hoes unfolding the scrolls tryna take over the globe
i’ve never sold my soul n-gga i hold my own
from the flesh to the bone to the calcium underneath i’m real
i’m real. a real n-gga to the dna until it’s my time to decease. (uhhh)
hook
everybody’s got an opinion like -ss holes
but/b-tt f-ck your opinion like an -ss hole
they gossiping and hating why they mad for?
these n-ggas must’ve forgot what you rap for
i do it for love (you do it for pain)
i do it for the n-ggas throwing dirt on my name
man i’m an addict for the fame and a slave to the game
an addict for the fame and a slave to the game
verse 2
materialism it ain’t love
but if we’re being realistic its more of a drug
the rush that i get from a fresh pair of kicks is above everything but the money i touch, yup
stability panders my illicit desires
n-ggas throw shade while all the women admire
in the depths of this lifestyle as i get higher
it intensifies the drive and only fuels the fire in my eyes. the lies. the love and the l-st
i do it for the fame motherf-cka nothing but
hurricane sandy on a bad b-tches b-tt
you twerking on givenchy so you better not nut
i know the cash is -rg-smic and lavish has grow to somewhat of a habit
inhabiting lofts in manhattan and traveling back and forth
to these shows in back of black maybach is the life to some
in my opinion it is quite c-mbersome
cause i don’t really know who’s in it for me or who’s in it cause they’ve never been inside of one
try it once and if you’re lucky twice
spit fire and i’m draped in ice
sipping on the blood of jesus christ
vamp life man i was born a sinner man i was never living right
hook
everybody’s got an opinion like -ss holes
but/b-tt f-ck your opinion like an -ss hole
they gossiping and hating why they mad for?
these n-ggas must’ve forgot what you rap for
i do it for love (you do it for pain)
i do it for the n-ggas throwing dirt on my name
man i’m an addict for the fame and a slave to the game
an addict for the fame and a slave to the game
verse 3
i drill em with lyricism i’m k!lling em i’m feeling real villainous
i’m ill and that don’t need to be said
my flow exhibits the hunger of the underbelly and me and my n-ggas raising h-ll until we get fed
rare clothes on a rare n-gga
rare beats get disfigured like ligaments on any n-gga who ain’t tryna shine with me
who ain’t aligned with me. cause i’ma shine with or without a co-sign from jay-z
i’m out of my mind. intricately designed
i done caused more riots than the holy quran
i’m unsigned trust you ain’t alone wondering why
but for at least a couple mill i’ll gladly oblige to sign
why lie man it is what it is
you want a verse that’ll be two k like little fizz
got a few bad b-tches in the truck who wanna triz
and a bed at the crib where my mother doesn’t live
unlike you n-ggas. i don’t like you n-ggas
driving through your block stunning i’m a spiteful n-gga
not a f-ck is given my wrist gon’ glisten under any circ-mstance
i am self sufficient so who really want war?
c-4s at your door with some inf scopes aimed at your cranium
you ain’t in the lane i’m in i ain’t even got a heartbeat i just pump blood through the 808
muf-cka
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